"Whether you've made a move or not, since you're here, I won't let you leave so easily. Are you going to willingly step into the cesspool, or do I have to drag you in?" Zhou Hong asked menacingly.
"Ahhh!" The three of them roared in anger.
"I'll count to three. If you're not in the pool by then, I won't be polite. One, two." As soon as Zhou Hong finished counting to two, Zheng Chenghua, You Haoran, and Song Chudeng, filled with resentment, stepped into the cesspool.
Zhou Hong snorted lightly and his gaze shifted to the First Rich Young Master, Guo Yueming.
"Guo Yueming, what about you? Do I grab you and throw you in, or do you go in yourself?" Zhou Hong asked.
"Zhou Hong, I'm the First Rich Young Master. Although I attacked you just now, I am, after all, the First Rich Young Master and deserve more respect," Guo Yueming said indignantly.
"Respect? Nonsense. In my eyes, you're no different from the other four rich young masters. In short, get into the pool yourself, soak for the whole morning, and then you can leave. Otherwise, I'll make you lose even more face than they do."
"Zhou Hong... you're going too far!" Guo Yueming roared in anger.
"One, two, three." Zhou Hong, too lazy to argue, began counting.
Guo Yueming was furious, his lungs practically exploding. He couldn't believe Zhou Hong showed him no respect at all. He was the First Rich Young Master, a third-stage martial artist, and shouldn't be treated the same as the other four. Yet, Zhou Hong was so arrogant.
"Zhou Hong, I admit you're ruthless." Guo Yueming gritted his teeth. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he, losing all dignity, walked to the cesspool and stepped in.
Five people now occupied the cesspool, which was only a meter in diameter, making it immediately crowded.
The onlookers burst into laughter. In their minds, the once mighty five rich young masters were now all standing in a cesspool.
At this moment, many of the watching students began to admire Zhou Hong.
Even Qiao Xiaoyu, who was watching from the second-floor corridor, suddenly felt that Zhou Hong was quite a man today.
However, Zhou Hong, looking at the five people standing in the cesspool, seemed unsatisfied. The cesspool was only 1.2 meters high, and they were only reaching their buttocks.
"Did I tell you to stand? Everyone squat down! Only your heads are allowed to be exposed," Zhou Hong commanded.
The five rich young masters gnashed their teeth in anger.
"Zhou Hong, don't push your luck. We are the renowned Five Great Rich Young Masters," You Haoran said indignantly.
"I don't care what kind of rich young masters you are. I'm counting to three. If you're not squatting down after three, it won't just be your heads exposed. I'll make sure your heads are submerged in the cesspool too." Zhou Hong, acting unreasonably, started counting again.
"Damn it." The five rich young masters cursed inwardly. They had no choice but to squat in the pool. The already small pool became even more crowded with five people squatting. Since only their heads were exposed, their noses were just above the excrement, and the stench made them feel nauseous and want to vomit.
Zhou Hong left with satisfaction and went to the second floor of the teaching building, entering the accounting class.
Liu Hua followed Zhou Hong into the accounting class.
"Liu Hua, just sit behind me," Zhou Hong instructed.
"Okay." Liu Hua didn't hesitate and sat in the empty seat behind Zhou Hong. The classmates looked on in confusion, wondering who Zhou Hong had brought, but no one asked any questions.
"Alright, everyone, let's start the class," said the teacher, glancing at them with a hint of helplessness. They had already started class, but everyone had rushed to the corridor to see what was happening downstairs. Now that the five rich young masters were in the cesspool and Zhou Hong had returned, everyone naturally went back to the classroom.
The classroom immediately settled into a learning atmosphere. However, a faint smell of excrement occasionally wafted through the air, which bothered the students.
At this moment, at the entrance of the School of Economics, the five rich young masters were squatting in the cesspool, their faces full of anger.
"Damn it, Zhu Zihan, why did you bring a cesspool in the first place? If you hadn't brought this thing, we wouldn't have suffered this humiliation today," Guo Yueming roared angrily, seemingly shifting his rage onto Zhu Zihan.
Zhu Zihan snorted, "How was I supposed to know that bastard Zhou Hong was so strong?"
"In any case, Zhu Zihan, once this is over, I will not let you off," Guo Yueming said furiously.
"Me neither."
"Me neither."
"Me neither." Zheng Chenghua, You Haoran, and Song Chudeng also declared they would not let Zhu Zihan off.
Zhu Zihan looked dejected and huffed, "If you have the guts, go find Zhou Hong. What kind of skill is it to take it out on me?"
"I will naturally find a way to deal with Zhou Hong," Guo Yueming said, his gaze chilling. How could he let this deep humiliation go unavenged?
"Brother Ming, then what's your plan?" Zheng Chenghua quickly asked. He had never called Guo Yueming "Brother Ming" before, but today he did so voluntarily.
"The only ones who can deal with Zhou Hong now are the Four Great Madmen," Guo Yueming said.
"The Four Great Madmen, can they really deal with Zhou Hong?" Song Chudeng asked with some doubt.
"Nonsense. The weakest of the Four Great Madmen is a sixth-stage martial artist. Dealing with Zhou Hong is more than enough. Their families are all very powerful martial arts families in Jinzhou City. Even students from the Martial Arts Academy are afraid to offend them. Like that time, the First Madman, Cao Xiulang, dragged a new female student into a grove in front of everyone at the freshman assembly. Afterward, the principal didn't dare do anything to him, only offering her a guaranteed postgraduate spot, exemption from all tuition fees, and huge compensation to make her drop the matter. If the First Madman were to deal with Zhou Hong, Zhou Hong wouldn't even know how he died."
"Mhm, mhm." Song Chudeng nodded repeatedly. Recalling the incident, he was filled with admiration. Although he was called a rich young master, he was worlds apart from these madmen. The Four Great Madmen of Jinzhou University were truly outrageous.
Forget ordinary students; even within the Martial Arts College, besides the Top Ten Geniuses, no one dared to offend these Four Great Madmen.
At this moment, Zhou Hong, who was in class, was of course unaware that the five rich young masters, squatting in the cesspool, were fantasizing about the Four Great Madmen dealing with him.
Soon, a class ended.
"Wu Jinbin, go out and see if those five rich young masters are still soaking in that cesspool," Zhou Hong said to Wu Jinbin in the front row.
"Got it!" Wu Jinbin immediately left the classroom. From the corridor, he could see at the entrance of the School of Economics that the five rich young masters were still squatting in the cesspool, only their heads exposed.